“The prophet’s unpopularity, his God-centeredness, and the clarity of his social insight were not isolated and unrelated aspects of his strange vocation. On the contrary, the prophet’s social misfortunes were as responsible for the depth of his insights as the unpopularity of these insights was responsible for his social rejection.”
i started to learn magic at the age of five,
because i knew i needed a fucking miracle,
if I was going to survive;
once I stole chocolates,
from the principal’s office,
boxes upon boxes,
and sold them,
for double what they normally costed,
to be honest,
all I ever wanted,
was to turn a fucking
profit,
we were just trying to fatten our pockets,
but in the process
we become more conscious,
than those
that tried to watch us,
my training as a young occultist,
started with making shit disappear,
and reappear in my closet,
shit like watches and wallets,
*
but shit,
i could cast a few spells
but I was still hooked
on fucking phonics,
hooked
on psychotropics,
I was still the unlovable son
of a bunch of fucking alcoholics,
*
eventually,
I had to acknowledge;
that
deposits in my closet
would never
free me
from my bondage;
*
my robotic logic,
like the robotic optics
that never caught us,
was
too focused on the solid,
*
the mind is a faucet,
and
life
is an infinite river
of droplets,
to increase my wattage,
i had to open my mind,
and redefine
everything I ever wanted,
*
and now
allow me to astonish,
I call this trick,
“the illusion of progress,”
watch as I transform
a kid without a conscience,
into a young philanthropic,
a childhood
that was catastrophic,
into a walk
along
the warriors
path of knowledge,
G is for gnostic,
all I ever wanted
was
to turn a fucking prophet.